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In My Room...ParanoiaIn my room there are no clocks Nothing here that ticks or tocks There are no windows on my walls I can't see outside at all Under my bed there is a beast And on my flesh he'd like to feast My closet door is painted red Inside is where I keep the dead The carpet is made of human hair But I don't put my feet down there I just like to stay in bed And pull the sheets over my headIn My Room...Paranoia


The shadows of a roomSulking in the darkness Or something much like hell, I teeter towards insanity Trying not to dwell.The shadows of a room
Cradled by the silence Growing weaker in the knees, I collapse on the floor And my heart begins to freeze.
My mind is blank I yearn for the light, Whats left to do But take my life.
The door knob turns Amidst the doubt I open my eyes and a "creeeeak" rings out.
Flooding the floor With pure white light, I scramble to my feet In shock and delight.
But to my surprise The old door closes, &
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